



theres something so hot about the start of foreplay. when youre unsure of how far this will go, you feel over the clothes, begging to touch skin. the make out, the fingers sliding under the waistline of your jeans, unbuttoning, touching over the panties. i love the feeling of fingers touching me through latex, a tongue fighting through the rubber for a taste. the way bush feels through lace, mesh, satin. sometimes i think about making out through glass, i probably think about glory holes too often as well. but plastic, where we near suff0cate for a chance of exchanged spit, tongues connecting through a sheet. how long can we last until we tear the sheet and fuck each other senseless?